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Thunder Mountain

February 5, 2021 Julie Kusma, Author

To listen to the audio version of this story CLICK HERE The summers here in Shallow Valley yield some of the fiercest storms, and those

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A Girl Named Crow

March 2, 2020 Julie Kusma, Author

Crimshaw Payne was Crow. Not full-blooded, or even half, but she had enough of her ancestor’s blood in her veins to feel the Great Spirit flow

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  • Echo
    Standing near the waterfall drowned the worries of the world. Echoes of a past life of spontaneous adventures swirled into images in the lake at the bottom. She heard nothing but the roar of water on the rocks below, and the expanding ripples in the lake formed visions of past, present, and future. The stillness of the moment mixed with the force of nature.. […]

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